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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.