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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Zapp,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Model 500,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.