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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.