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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.