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 Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.