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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Index to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.