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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 the Swans to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.