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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Technova,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.