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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.