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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Move,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.