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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.