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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.