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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.