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 East Timor 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.