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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.