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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.