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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.