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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.