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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.