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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.