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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.