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 Belize 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.