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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Can,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Move,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.