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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.