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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Unwound,
ABC,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.