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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.