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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.