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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Smoke,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.