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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.