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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.