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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.