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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Index,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.