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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.