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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.