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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
PIL,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.