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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.