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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.