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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.