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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.