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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Model 500 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Index,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.