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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.