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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.