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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.