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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.