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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Can,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.