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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.