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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.