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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Flipper,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.