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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
X-102,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Visage,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.