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 Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.