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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.