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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Television,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.