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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.