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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.