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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Slave,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.