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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.