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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.