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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
X-101,
the Swans,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.