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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.