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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.