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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.