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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 Lagos and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
MC5,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.