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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.