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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.