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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
UT,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.