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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.