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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.