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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.