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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.