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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.