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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.