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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.