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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.