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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
UT,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.