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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Index,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.