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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.