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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.