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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.