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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.