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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.