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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.