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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Names,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.