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 Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Scientists,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.