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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.