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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.