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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.