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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Wings,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.