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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak 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?
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Swans,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.