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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.