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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.