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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.