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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Pole,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.