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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
CMW,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.