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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.