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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.