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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.