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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.