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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.