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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.