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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.