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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.