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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.