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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.