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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Can,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
cv313,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.