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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.