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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.