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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.