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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.