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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.