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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.