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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.