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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
X-101,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.