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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.