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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.