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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Wings,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.