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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.