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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.