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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.