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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.