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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.