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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.