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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.