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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gang Starr 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.