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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.