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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.