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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.