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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.