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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.