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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.