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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.