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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.