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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
June Days,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.