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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.