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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.