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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.