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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.