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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.