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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.