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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.