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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.