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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.