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 France and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Wings,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Move,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.