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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.