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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.