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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.