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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.