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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.