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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.