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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.