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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.