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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.