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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.