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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.