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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.