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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.