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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.