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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.