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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.