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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.