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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.