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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.