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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.