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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
June of 44,
X-102,
Monolake,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Names,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.