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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.