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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.