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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.