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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.