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 Haiti and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.