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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.