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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.