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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.