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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.