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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.