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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.