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 Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Faust,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.