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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 MDC to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.