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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.