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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.