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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.