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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.