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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Inner City,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.