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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.