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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.