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 Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.