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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.