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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.