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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.