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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Slave,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.