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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Index,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
CMW,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.