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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.