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 Romania 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.