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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.