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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.