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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.