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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
CMW,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.