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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.