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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.