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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Lalann,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.