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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.