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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.