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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Neu!,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.