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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Television,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.