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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Crime,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.