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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.