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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Organ,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.