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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.