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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
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.