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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
PIL,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.