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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.