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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Organ,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.