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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.