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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.