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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.