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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.