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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Doors,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
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ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.