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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.