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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.