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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.