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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
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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.