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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Names,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.