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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.