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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.