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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.