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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.