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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.