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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.