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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.