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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.