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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.