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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Faust,
cv313,
Organ,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.