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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.