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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.