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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.