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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.