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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.