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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.