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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.