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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.