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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.