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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Association,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.