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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.