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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.