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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.