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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.