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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.