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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.