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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.