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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.