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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.