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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.