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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.