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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.