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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.