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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.