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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.