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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.