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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.