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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Echospace,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.