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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.