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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Brick,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.