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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.