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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.