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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.