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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Index,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.