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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Ludus,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Magma,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.