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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.