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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.