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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.