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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Residents,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Can,
The Slits,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.