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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.