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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
June Days,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.