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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.