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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
ABC,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.