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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.