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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.