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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.