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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.