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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.