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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.