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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.