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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.