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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.