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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.