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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.