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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.