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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.