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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Echospace,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.