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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.