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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.