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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.