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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.