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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.