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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.