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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.