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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.