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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.