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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
X-102,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.