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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.