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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Smog,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.