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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.