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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.