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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.