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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
MC5,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.