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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.