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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.