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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.