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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.