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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Cure,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.