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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Can,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.