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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Mars,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.