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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.