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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.