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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
X-101,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.