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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.