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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Ossler,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.