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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.