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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.