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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Television,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.