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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.