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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.