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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.