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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.