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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.