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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.