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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
CMW,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.