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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.