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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Swans,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.