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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.