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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Can,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.