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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.