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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.