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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.