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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Inner City,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.