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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.