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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.