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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 an organ and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.