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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.