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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.