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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.