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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
The Standells,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.