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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.