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 Guyana and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.