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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.