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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.