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 North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.