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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
PIL,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.