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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.