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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.