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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.