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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.