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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
The Names,
The Index,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.