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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.