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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.