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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.