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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.