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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.