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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.