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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.