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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.