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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.