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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.