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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
ABBA,
New Order,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.