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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.