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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.