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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
the Association,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.