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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.