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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.