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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.