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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.