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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.