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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.