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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.