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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.