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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.