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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.