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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.