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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
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.