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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.