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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.