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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.