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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.