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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.