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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.