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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.