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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.