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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.