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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.