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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.