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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.