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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.