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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.