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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.