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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.