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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.