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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.