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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.