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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.