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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
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.