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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.