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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.