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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.