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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.