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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.