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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.