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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.