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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.