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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.