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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.