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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.