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 London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.