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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.