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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Skriet,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.