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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.