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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.