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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Television,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.