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 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.