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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.