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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.