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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
MC5,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.