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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.