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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cure to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.