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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.