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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.