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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
The Associates,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.