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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.