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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Japan,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.