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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.