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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.