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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.