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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.