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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.