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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.