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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Can,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.