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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.