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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.