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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.