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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.