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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
The Names,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.