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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.