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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.