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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.