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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Hashim,
Slave,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.