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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.