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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.