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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.