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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.