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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Quantec,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.