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 Cameroon 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 Woodstock and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.