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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.