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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.