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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.