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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.