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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.