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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.