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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.