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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.