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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.