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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.