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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.