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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.