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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.