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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.