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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.