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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.