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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.