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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Skarface 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.