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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Television,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.