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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.