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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.