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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
UT,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.