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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.