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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.