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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.