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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.