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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.