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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.