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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.