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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.