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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.