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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.