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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.