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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Associates,
Q65,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Nas,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.