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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.