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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.