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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.