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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.