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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.