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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Motions,
Can,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.