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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.