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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.