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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.