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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Green 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.