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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.