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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.