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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.