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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.