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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.