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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.