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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.