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 China and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.