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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.