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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.