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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Smog,
Make Up,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.