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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.