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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.