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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Index,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.