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 Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.