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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Arcadia to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.