Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.