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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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