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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.