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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.